Can you think of any scent more bewitching than that of fresh bread baking in the oven? It is nearly impossible to concentrate when I smell it. While the bread bakes my brain rummages through its box of all my favorite ways to eat a loaf hot from the oven; Should it be blueberry jam? Cold butter? Ginger marmalade? Or maybe a fried egg? A paper thin slice of salty ham? What sweet agony narrowing down those options. And what a marvelous way to pass part of a morning; luxuriating in the brown yeasty aroma of dough transforming into the...